Three

The Bowler turned three on Tuesday.
My littlest. My last baby. My wee boy. He is three.
I am so very thankful for the presence of this gorgeous boy in all our lives.
He is loud. He is verbose. He is loving, affectionate and has a strong sense of who he is.
Rowdy at times, cuddly at others.
He has often, by necessity, played a little of the second fiddle role as we came to grips with what big brother Batsman needed and what autism meant for all of us. He has taken this, mostly, in his stride. At our weekly sports program, you will regularly hear him yell to his big brother from the sidelines..."good boy...you are doing a great job".

Thank you gorgeous boy for playing the pushing and pulling, the cheering and encouraging role with your big brother. His life is immeasurably better for having you around to inspire him to communicate, to negotiate and to love. You are growing into a wonderful little human who clearly will lead and inspire and push others around you to reach potential. Our very own Leo the lion, leading and encouraging are part of who you are.

Happy birthday, my beautiful boy. I love you more than words can say.